It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.

It is difficult to set bounds to the price unless you first set bounds to the wish.

Work makes a callus against grief.

Summer lasts not for ever; seasons succeed each other.

The master sometimes serves, and the servant sometimes is master.

Though laughter is allowable, a horse-laugh is abominable.

Old age: the crown of life, our play's last act.